'Epitaphs' Poem by Antonis J. Kazantzoglou

Strange coincidence Death- Death made manifest

the creator's death- is his rebirth tonight

this day it came- the fatal invitation.

Secret bells toll- Secret funebre they knell

mute light of mist cocooned us- stifled this dark earth of ours

blood sprinkled- the sunset our ears.

Earth widowed mother- Mother of repeated sorrows

you know the terrors- weave them with tears

the black of widowhood-don the veil.

Descend from the mountains- Descend on desolate squares

and search for the laurel leaves- of the crowned days of old

that perhaps you may not find - but braid your hair.


[To the memory of innocent war victims]